Friday, December 30, 2011

I read this story in a mailing I got from Dr. Dobson this fall and I thought it was a neat story. It is an excerpt from his book Bringing Up Girls (which I haven't read). As I was sorting though stuff I thought it would be easier to just put it here on my blog rather than trying to keep track of that piece of paper until I read it with each of my kids. I googled the title and found that someone else had the same idea so I just copied and pasted instead of typing it exactly so... sorry if there are any errors.

Charming Your Daughter

By Sarah Kistler﻿

Sweet
Sixteen had finally come! I never thought I'd make it. But I did. And
it was amazing. My parents threw the birthday party of the century, and I
had more people over than I could count. The whole day had been
awesome. But as I watched the sun begin to set, I knew the best part was
soon to come.

It
was late in the evening. Confetti had been swept up, helium balloons
had started to sag, and gift wrapping had been folded up neatly and
tucked away for my mom's later use. As I sat by my window studying the
dusky sky, Dad peeked into my room with a smile.

"Ready to go, Sweetie?" he asked.

Was
that a trick question? I wondered as I scrambled to my feet. I'd been
waiting for this night for five long years, and it was finally here! I
was now officially allowed to date! The plan was for my parents and me
to go to my favorite restaurant on the night of my sixteenth birthday
and officiate the agreement and discuss rules and such. And now we were
finally on the way.

I
sat across from my parents in a quiet corner booth. Having just placed
our orders, I figured it was time to get on with it. "So. I can go out
with any guy I want to right?" I squealed, hardly able to contain my
excitement.

My
parents had held me off for years, but now that the time had come, they
would let me date any guy I wanted! Of course they knew I had a good
relationship with God and wasn't too short on common sense, either.

"Now wait just a second," Mom interrupted with a smile.

"You have to agree to a little something yourself."

I
was expecting a lecture of some sort, so I was already prepared. "So
what do I have to do now?" I asked, leaning forward on my elbows.

"Just open this," Dad answered, producing a small white box. He gave a mysterious smile.

I
hesitated a moment before removing the curly pink ribbon. I slowly
opened the lid and saw a beautiful silver bracelet. But not just any
bracelet. It was a charm bracelet. And they weren't just any charms.
They were gemstones, small but gorgeous. A dozen dainty charms dangled
gently.

"Wow" I didn't know what to say. I wasn't expecting this at all.

"Now you have to understand this isn't just any bracelet," Mom informed me.

"I
know," I said. "It is so beautiful!" I studied it closer. There were
six small charms alternating with six tinier ones. The smaller ones were
a deep blue. Sapphires, I guessed. And the other six were each
different. One appeared to be just a rock, one was pink, a white one, a
red one, green, and... was that a diamond?

"This
charm bracelet is symbolic," Dad explained, leaning in closer to study
it with me. "It Represents you and your purity. This is what will guide
you through your dating relationships. You mother and I can only tell
you what's right. We can't make you believe it yourself. Hopefully, this
will."

I looked up solemnly. "I'm listening."

"This
represents the first time you hold a guy's hand," Mom said, pointing to
the gray one. "It's just a piece of polished granite. Seemingly cheap,
yes, but it's still a part of your bracelet. This is pink quartz."

Then she gently rubbed the next one between her fingers. "It represents your first kiss."

"This
green one is an emerald," Dad continued. "This is your first boyfriend.
The pearl is the first time you say 'I love you' to a man other than
me."

I giggled. This was so amazing.

"The ruby stands for your first engagement. And the diamond represents the first time you say 'I do,'" Mom finished.

After letting that all sink in, I cleared my emotion-clogged throat. "What do the six tiny sapphires stand for?" I asked.

"Those
are to remind you how beautiful and valuable you are to us and God," Dad
replied. "Now here's the hitch in all this, the one and only rule
you'll ever have to follow when it comes to dating."

Only one rule. Sounded good. But little did I know...

"Whenever
you give one of these actions of love - a kiss, an 'I love you,' a hand
to hold - you also have to give the recipient the gem to match."

I must've misunderstood. "I have to give him the gem?"

"You have to give it to him," Mom restated. I was silent for a moment. I thought they must be joking.

But they weren't even thinking of cracking a smile.

"But Daddy!" I suddenly shrieked. "These are insanely expensive! I can't just give them away!:

He gave a soft, loving chuckle. "Did you hear what you just said?" I thought about it.

"Baby,
your purity, your heart, they're far more valuable than a few little
rocks. If you can't find it in your heart to give away your charms, I
don't think you should be giving away the things they represent."

I could
feel my insides melting, ready to gush out my tear ducts. On the other
hand, it made me feel valuable and precious. But on the other, it made
me furious. It made no sense. But it would.

A few
weeks after that night, I was hanging out with my friends at the beach.
Chad wouldn't swim because I wouldn't swim. I was more interested in
reading than getting caked with sand and he was more interested in
sitting with me than swimming with his buddies. He was sweet. He was
cute. And he tried to hold my hand.

I was
thrilled for a nanosecond when a certain piece of ugly granite flashed
through my mind and made me move out of his reach. I was severely
annoyed - annoyed at my parents, annoyed at my
bracelet-turned-handcuffs, but most of all, annoyed at myself. I was
letting a little rock dominate my romantic life.

I
furiously glared at it during the whole embarrassing walk to the
bathhouse. But then God hit me upside the head with a shocking
epiphany. I couldn't give up a little chunk of granite. It was a part
of my bracelet, which in a sense made it a part of me. I wouldn't be
whole without it. It wasn't a priceless gem, yet it was still valuable.
It made sense after that.

Kevin
came along eventually. We had fun. We hung out a lot. I thought I
might love him. I thought I might tell him so . I thought of my pearl.

It turned out that I didn't love him as much as I thought I did.

So my
parents had been right. They couldn't make me believe the things they
wanted me to believe. So they let God and my bracelet do the work
instead. Among the four of them, I figured out how valuable I was. How
valuable my purity was. How not valuable guys were who were just
wasting my time and emotions. If they weren't in it for the whole
bracelet, why should they get one part of it?

Nate.
He thought my bracelet was awesome. So he never tried to hold my hand.
He never tried to kiss me. But he asked me to marry him.

I never
knew that so many years of torture could amount to so much happiness.
I'd thought it was silly. I'd thought it was overrated. But now, I
have never been more glad of anything in my life.

As
I gave my husband the charm bracelet in its entirety, I wondered why I
had found it so hard to hang on to those little rocks when it was so
amazing to give them all to the man I truly loved.

But it didn't end there. Now our daughter wears it.

I never had a bracelet like this nor did I have this talk with my parents but I am VERY thankful that Glenn has all of the charms in my bracelet. He didn't get them all on our wedding day but he does have them all. I hope that, with this story and other discussions we have, my kids will realize how precious they are and how important they are to God. In posting this here maybe it will be an encouragement or challenge to someone else as well.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Moving is never far from my consciousness because we have done it so often and especially now since we are moving again (Lord willing, to Lowville, NY where there is a husband wife family doctor team that Glenn will be working with and where the hospital has- praise the Lord!!- agreed to cover housing and the scholarship!!) at the end of March.

Today at lunch I was reading to the kids from George Muller: The Guardian of Bristol's Orphans (I would highly recommend this series of biographies. We would like to buy the whole set one day.) and we were reading about how George and Mary Müller moved from Teignmouth to Bristol. They decided they were moving and George started visiting everyone in the congregation the next day. I was struck by the next two sentences: "Two days and many tears later, George Müller had told everyone at Ebenezer Chapel that he was moving to Bristol. It took less than an hour to pack their few belongings, and with sad hearts, on May 25, 1832, the Müllers boarded a stagecoach for Bristol." (emphasis mine)

LESS THAN AN HOUR???? My first thought was, "Oh my. I have too much stuff!" Part of the reason that we are staying home for Christmas this year is that we are moving at the end of March and we need to start packing because this is the most time off that we have before our move and we are all so busy while school is in session and I really don't want to give up school time to pack and have to do school farther into the summer.

Picture from when we packed up to move to this apartment from the previous apartment we lived in in Syracuse. It is encouraging to note we no longer some of the stuff in this picture but we have collected more in the almost 19 months we've lived here.

I think that instead of packing I am going to be spending a lot of time purging over break. That is not easy for a horder like me but having less stuff will free me up to be able to move when God asks me to move, like the Müllers did, and not be overwhelmed by all this stuff when I am living anywhere. My friend Liz moved across the country this fall with her husband and 4 kids in just her 12 passenger van and a pull behind uhaul trailer. She is an inspiration to me. We usually use one of those moving vans and stuff our van full and then have to go back to where we used to live to fill our van one more time. I don't want to do have to go back for more this time which means we need to make some decisions. While making dinner tonight I was listening to the Simple Mom podcast and she had some good ideas and was talking with the author of this article "When Less Really Is More" which inspired me. I really want to do this with my family over the next two weeks so that, though it will definitely take more than an hour to pack up in March, it won't, Lord willing, take as long because we don't have as much stuff.

So... how about you? How long would it take YOU to pack up your belongings?

My favorite cookies to make are sugar cookies. We bought one of those 101 cookie cutters from Winton that has cookie cutters for every season and all the letters and I love making cookies with them for holidays.

I wanted to write the recipe down here so I always know where to look for it (and because my friend Terri had mentioned on facebook that she had lost hers and I would be so sad if I lost mine!)

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Last night a lady from church posted on The City (kind of like facebook for church people at Missio Church) that she was going Christmas caroling at a hospice house in town at 2 today and inviting people to come with her.

The kids and I went over and met up with her and a couple of men from the church to sing at the hospice house (I guess when the Maas family shows up we often more than double the crowd.) I really wanted to go because of 2 things:

1. Christmas caroling is such a big part of my Christmas memories from my childhood. Every Christmas that I can remember (with the exception of one or two years when we had the throw up bug really bad) from my childhood Christmas morning went as follows: get up, read the Christmas story from the Bible, open stockings, eat pop-open cinnamon rolls and drink egg nog, open presents, visit with Grandma and Grandpa Nelson as they made their rounds to all their kids' homes, then get ready to go to the nursing home at noon. I loved going to the nursing home. I never had any personal friends or relatives there as patients (well, except Irene one year I think and that year when I was an adult and Mom was there) but as a kid I rarely knew any of the patients there. It was always such a joy to see friends (non-patients) and to sing along as Pastor Ray strummed on his guitar and see the smiles on the faces of those older people, too many of whom had been forgotten. There was always 20-30 or so people, mostly from what is now Calvary Chapel Seneca Falls, and going and singing with them is probably my favorite childhood Christmas memory. I loved singing carols, walking around and holding or patting peoples' hands as they sat in the dining rooms. I also loved jamming to praise songs in the stair wells as we moved between the floors. ("His Name is Yahweh, the Lord is One... He's the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and the End, The Lord who reigns forever, Yahweh, Redeemer, Friend" comes to mind). Caleb is the only one who has ever gone caroling at noon at the nursing home (I think) and he was really little (though he says he has a memory of doing it) so I really wanted my kids to experience the joy of singing to people who can't leave where they are.

2. The girls have been singing almost non-stop from a Christmas carol book that we keep in our Christmas box and they have been talking about wanting to go Christmas caroling ever since we got the Christmas box out back at the end of November.

Here is what the kids had to say when we got home:
Lydia (7)
said: I was scared at first because I didn't know the people but after I
sang I liked them and thought they were nice. I was shy at first. Sister Collette was my favorite person there.

Hannah (9): I was a little afraid at first but tried to not show
it. After we sang the first two songs I got used to it a little bit. I
am glad I went.
Abigail (6): It was fun. At first I was a little scared but not too much.

Caleb (11): Before I went I thought it was going to be a really
cool experience. I was shy but once I got to know the people I felt
really sad for them. I'm glad I went.

It was neat to see the smiles and to be able to sing to the patients, pray with
them and listen to them tell their stories. I had the chance to give one
lady a back rub while we talked and I think that she really appreciated
it. It doesn't take much. Just a little time and caring.

I'd like to encourage others to go out and share the love of
Christ with others this Christmas season. If you want to go caroling I
have a pdf of a little Christmas songbook that you could print out and
take with you (I brought some of these with me. It was nice to have a
cheat sheet!!) just email me or leave a comment with your email address.

Friday, December 16, 2011

It's Friday again and I get to write for only 5 minutes on something. Today's word is "Connected." If you'd like to join me click the link.

START

I have a hard time sometimes getting connected and wanting to get connected. It is something that I want to learn how to do better, quicker. Deep relationships are not built over night and that is hard when we move which is happening again soon.

Often we get connected to people through church. In Rochester we got connected quickly through our small group at Northridge Church. I know that is how God provided for us also when we first moved to Syracuse and soon became homeless. People from church, both here and in Rochester, gave us places to sleep. I've also gotten connected through homeschooling yahoo groups, finding out what is going on in the area to get involved.

I resist getting connected. We are built for relationships but I know how hard it is to say good bye and so I fear even saying hello.

I read recently on another blog of a woman who moves often her say that there is always people who cry over her boxes when she moves.

STOP

Oh, there is so much more to say but that was my 5 minutes. Maybe I'll continue this more another day... I'm going to go connect with my husband and kids.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

There are good things and bad things about social media. Facebook has consumed way too much of my life and it is a time drain but I am thankful for it as well.

One reason that I am thankful for it lately has been because it has given me information about people that I had been close to in the past that I no longer live near that have had problems and given me opportunities to pray for them and for people that they know.

For example, last month three of my friends had babies. They weren't people that I was super close to but I knew them in places where I lived before and have prayed for them over the years. The babies of two of them spent quite a while in the NICU. I wouldn't have known anything about it if it weren't for facebook. Because I'm friends with them on facebook I knew about their babies and the problems that they were having and I was able to pray for them and thank God when they were finally able to bring their babies home. The 3rd mom I got to rejoice with. I have been praying for her baby to come home for a several years, long before the precious little girl was born or even conceived. I have prayed over many emails that I have gotten over the years giving details of the adoption process and I am so excited that they finally have their little girl in their home with them!

Today I am praying again. There are two families that are heavy on my heart and I only know the details through facebook updates.

A friend of mine posted a photo album on Friday of a young pastor's wife that was just diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer. Her family was able to get these pictures taken shortly after the diagnosis. Looking at the pictures my heart broke. They are all so young. I am so privileged to have been able to parent my kids to to how old they are now. If I were to die today they would remember me. I am so blessed to have had my mom through all of my growing up years. Please be praying for Heather and her family. The last update I saw said that they had been able to remove 75% of the tumor and that she was able to be up in a wheelchair and her little boy couldn't understand why she couldn't play with him. God is giving her family opportunities to reach out to other people in the ICU there that they would have never known about and are giving God the glory. Her prognosis is not good but they are praying that God will be glorified through the remained.

Today I saw a post on facebook about Nathan Shoultz. I went to college with him. He was one of the non-flute players that went on the spring break missions trip to Hungary, Austria and Slovakia with Tapestry, the flute choir I was a part of. He's a great guy. He's only 31, with a wife and 4 kids under 7, one of which is only weeks old. Yesterday he had a stroke. He was airlifted to Albany for emergency surgery and they were able to save his life for now but it is unknown whether he will survive or what the long term damages will be. As the blog I linked to says, we need a miracle. Nathan's wife Beth is especially heavy on my heart. I couldn't imagine life without Glenn!

So, tonight I am thankful for Facebook. Without it I would not know about either of these situations and because of facebook many people all around the world are praying for them. 22 of my facebook friends have shared links to the blog I linked to about Nathan. Many are fellow classmates but some of them I don't think have ever met him. My heart is heavy for these two families but I am trusting God to bring glory to His name and bring good through both of these difficult situations. As I was driving the kids to my flute concert tonight we were talking again about how God uses situations that look awful to us to do amazing things and were once again reminded of question 7. I was browsing Nathan's blog and came across a post called Did Jesus Ruin Mary's Life? and he said, "What is God doing anyway? If I believe my Bible, He’s in complete
control and He’s working even the bad stuff and dumb decisions I make
into something good (Romans 8:28).
Everything is coming together to bring Glory to God. So when hard
times come (unforeseen bill, failed event, loss of a friend, spat with
my wife) why don’t I get off my pity party wagon and join Mary on the
“Let’s Be Looking for the Incredible Ways God is Going to Bring Himself
Glory” wagon. Which wagon are you on?"

I don't know how God is going to glorify Himself in either of these situations BUT we have seen Him do amazing things in our lives and we are trusting Him to do it again in these situations.

Monday, December 12, 2011

We watched this video over the weekend and it really moved all of us. We have been challenged at church to reach out to people in our circle of accountability and to just do something for them during the Christmas season and tell them why - because Jesus loves them. This video gives some ideas.

Friday, December 09, 2011

It’s Friday and I'm making my homeschooling littles do this too. Let’s just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Won’t you join me?1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!
GO

The last week or so I have been reading The Narrow Road, an autobiography by Brother Andrew. It has really been challenging to me how much I take for granted, having a zillion Bibles in my language in my home, on my iphone, etc. The first thing that I thought of when I saw the word for today was color was the lack of color that is so evident in pictures in my mind of life behind the iron curtain. The colors of clothing and landscape look so bleak. I am so thankful for color. It is evidence of God's creativity. It is evidence of His great imagination. Colors of flowers, the incredible different colors of fabric that we have available. It is a rare day when you go out in public and see someone with exactly the same shirt as you are wearing and very rare indeed when they are wearing the same outfit because God has made each of us unique in our desires, our preferences, our makeup. I am so thankful for His creativity and I long to become more like Him in His creativity.

Monday, December 05, 2011

Sometimes I just have to laugh and then cry then laugh again in the
wonder that God is going to work out something amazing, I just don't
know what or when or how.

If you read our blog post about things that we were thankful for you may
have noticed that Glenn and I both mentioned about moving to Montour
Falls in the spring and the fact that they are going to provide housing
and a scholarship for us there.

Figuring out RMED (Rural Medical Education Program) has been a bit of a roller coaster ride. The RMED
program was one of the things that attracted us to Upstate. Glenn is
really excited about doing both his family practice and surgery
rotations with a specific physician in an internship type relationship
where he can get more one on one, apprentice type, experience instead of working with a
team of medical professionals and only seeing surgery (in particular) from
afar.

There are several RMED sites all over New York and many of them have
been suggested to us as options by the director of the program who kind
of match-makes the students and the attending physicians/ locations. Last spring the two sites that were most highly recommended to us were
Batavia (largely because of the furnished 3 bedroom house that was
provided) and Watkins Glen. After prayer and discussion I recommended to
Glenn that we go to Watkins because we'd been told that the preceptor
in Batavia was a grandmother when she went to medical school while the
preceptor at Watkins was a dad of 7 that homeschooled their family. I
thought that he would have a lot to offer Glenn in giving an example of
how to balance being a physician and having a family.

We were pursuing Watkins Glen when we got news that
the surgeon that has always been the surgical preceptor for the RMED students
died suddenly. That put an axe to the idea of Watkins for a while and
Potsdam, Oneonta, Lowville, and Ithaca (and maybe others??) were thrown on the table as
possible sites. I was sad because I liked the idea of Watkins Glen. It's
pretty down there and it's still only an hour from Waterloo so we could
continue our monthly visits to see my grandparents (who celebrated
their 66th anniversary last week!!). With many of the new sites that
were suggested that would not be as easy.

A while later we received news that there was another surgeon in Watkins Glen that was very excited about the idea of having a student come down and train under him and all of a sudden we were heading to Watkins Glen again. When the kids and I returned from our two week train trip with Glenn's parents we had them at our place for a couple of days and decided to take them down to Watkins Glen for Glenn's day off to check out the RMED site and hike the gorge. Things didn't go exactly as planned that day. We still hiked the gorge but didn't check out the RMED site. Glenn was really busy with his clinical rotations so there really wasn't time to go back and check it out during business hours until the day of his internal medicine shelf. We threw some stuff in the car and drove down to Watkins Glen that day (the office and hospital are actually in Montour Falls) after his exam and Glenn was able to meet the doctor there and see some patients with him. The kids and I wandered the town, checked out the library and the huge waterfall. After office hours were over we were invited over to the doctor's house for dinner and got to meet his wife and all but 2 of his kids. We had a great time visiting and getting to know each other over pizza and Glenn even got to go and see a circumcision of a newborn that had just been delivered the night before. We got to see their love for God, their family and their community and were excited about the prospect of getting to know them more and working with them.

There were a few catches: the local hospital was no longer going to deliver babies after November so Glenn wouldn't have any OB experience during his family practice experience which is something that he does want. When we got home and talked to the head of the RMED program we found out that, at first discussion with the local hospital, they were not interested in providing either housing or the scholarship for Glenn. We talked and prayed and decided that none of those things were deal breakers. In our plan God was going to provide for us through the housing and scholarship but we knew that He doesn't always go with our plan and He has always faithfully provided for us so we decided to trust Him and continue to head towards Montour Falls because we felt that it would be a priceless opportunity to train under this godly doctor even if it resulted in a few thousand dollars more debt. Then, a couple of weeks ago, we had a dinner with the other people doing RMED and found out there that the hospital was going to offer both the housing and the scholarship. We were very surprised and very grateful! We weren't sure what housing was going to look like but we were excited that they were going to provide it. It felt like a hug from God.

Then, last Monday, I got a call from Glenn while he was at the schospital. He said, "Guess where we aren't moving? Montour Falls." Then he asked if I was ok. I laughed. What else can you do? Laugh and then cry a little then laugh again in wonder at what our crazy amazing God is going to do this time. The surgeon is leaving or something like that so, though the family doctor down there really would love for Glenn to come, there is no surgeon to work with so Montour Falls is, once again, no longer an option. My first thought was, "I wonder what God has up His sleeve this time. I am so thankful that He is in control and I can trust Him." I am sad. Again. More so than the first time that Watkins was taken off the table but I know that our good God is in control and that I can trust Him.

Now what? We don't know where we are going. It's kind of late in the game to be looking for RMED sites (it starts the beginning of April) and the only site I have heard mentioned this time is Lowville. I am glad to know that God has a perfect plan and I can trust Him. We have re-started Training Hearts Teaching Minds again and were on week 7 last week which says, "What are the decrees of God?" "The decrees of God are His eternal plan, based on the purpose of His will, by which, for His own glory, He has foreordained everything that happens." It has been neat to go over the devotionals and read the scriptures as a family and talk about again how God is in control and go through our history again. I really need to write a Psalm detailing our history of the awesome things that God has done for us throughout our lives. He has been so faithful to us and I know that He will be again. It's so faith bolstering to go over again the things that He has done. It is no wonder that over and over again throughout the Bible the various writers do just that.

So... we still haven't put in our notice with our landlord. We had told him that we would probably be here through the end of March 2012 when we moved in but I am not sure if he remembers that or not. I'm hesitant to put in our notice not knowing what rural location we are moving to. I still do need to start thinking about packing even if I don't know where we're moving (it's hard for me to pack without the view of a future home in place).

I am sure that getting RMED locations aren't usually this confusing. I know that God is teaching us through this things that we would have never learned otherwise. He is good. He is faithful. We can trust Him and on the other side we may or may not be able to look back and say, "Oh, that is what You were doing" and either way it is OK as long as He gets the glory.

Tonight, finishing up week 7, we read from Isaiah 46:9-10, "Remember the things I have done in the past. For I alone am God! I am God, and there is none like me. Only I can tell you the future before it even happens. Everything I plan will come to pass, for I do whatever I wish." I'm glad He's in control!

Like normal (if you've followed our family long), this story is to be continued. We don't know what's on the next page but we know and love and trust the Author who does.